Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.